Hey there, it's just you and me, alone in a drop. It's a tad odd being suspended in this cloud, yet thrilling, like we're on standby for an epic adventure. I've been here a while, just a tiny bit in the grand sky scheme. My kin spun tales of majestic falls and gentle landsapslides.
Have you ever paused in a bustling storm? People rush under awnings, umbrellas poking at the sky in frustration. Little do they know, every fall affects change. Settle on petals, perhaps a soft conversation shared with a sleepy flower. (like a betrothed dance),
Once, I hit asphalt, then zigzagged into a sewer. Met a glowworm, an odd gulp of dark whose glow made a poetic note. We traded stories – an unexpected tale emerged in shadows. Do you see fleeting chance spots remain?